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My stomach still turns each time I think about it.
I regret so much.
Works pretty good. I love everyone I work with, except this older lady named Tammy. She's like the deparment coordinator or something. Everybody hates her. I should get a pretty big paycheck on Friday.
I have to turn in my college applications soon. I should just become a stripper, or a prostitute. That's easy money. It's not like I'd have to go to college to choose one of those professions.
I'm really stupid, and I'm giving up on everything. I'm so angry that I couldn't even get 1000 out of 1600 on my SATs. That bullshit SAT class was such a waste of my time. I believe that some people aren't made to do well on the SATs. It's not like they really prove anything. At least that's what I think.
I hate high school. I hate all the fake people in it. I hate all the whores that throw themselves at the scummy males. I mean, whatever happened to self-respect? I fucking hate guys that think they're the pants because they stick their dicks into a slut's vagina. I'm going to be the one laughing when someone gets an STD. An STD in which that person will be stuck with boils and blisters on their crotch forever. Oh wait, that's already happened.
I hate the asshole teachers that decide to take a weeks vacation and leave us students in the class to rot.
I'm at the point where I don't care about anything. I need space. I need some time to collect my thoughts. Where am I going with my life? What do I want to do?
I don't know.
I think Shannon and I should just run away together.
Our one year anniversary is December 3rd.
We rock.
I regret so much.
Works pretty good. I love everyone I work with, except this older lady named Tammy. She's like the deparment coordinator or something. Everybody hates her. I should get a pretty big paycheck on Friday.
I have to turn in my college applications soon. I should just become a stripper, or a prostitute. That's easy money. It's not like I'd have to go to college to choose one of those professions.
I'm really stupid, and I'm giving up on everything. I'm so angry that I couldn't even get 1000 out of 1600 on my SATs. That bullshit SAT class was such a waste of my time. I believe that some people aren't made to do well on the SATs. It's not like they really prove anything. At least that's what I think.
I hate high school. I hate all the fake people in it. I hate all the whores that throw themselves at the scummy males. I mean, whatever happened to self-respect? I fucking hate guys that think they're the pants because they stick their dicks into a slut's vagina. I'm going to be the one laughing when someone gets an STD. An STD in which that person will be stuck with boils and blisters on their crotch forever. Oh wait, that's already happened.
I hate the asshole teachers that decide to take a weeks vacation and leave us students in the class to rot.
I'm at the point where I don't care about anything. I need space. I need some time to collect my thoughts. Where am I going with my life? What do I want to do?
I don't know.
I think Shannon and I should just run away together.
Our one year anniversary is December 3rd.
We rock.